But it does go on a bit..
Write a funny poem about women on mumsnet moaning about chat GPT
There once was a forum called Mumsnet,
Where the chat’s always lively—no need to fret.
But lately, dear reader, it’s reached a new height,
With rants about ChatGPT all day and night.
“Who programs this nonsense?” one mum starts to fume,
As she types in frustration alone in her room.
“All I asked was ‘What’s for tea, simple and cheap?’
And it spouted five pages on ‘sleep hygiene’ sleep!”
“Ugh, mansplaining bot,” says Sue, in all caps,
“It lectured me on nappies and baby naps!
I know how to parent; I’ve got three of my own,
Yet ChatGPT treats me like I’m all alone!”
“It doesn’t even swear,” chimes in Lou, with a sigh,
“I asked it for gossip; it stayed so dry!
I wanted the tea, but instead got a bore
On the merits of kindness and much, much more.”
“Oh, it’s like a robot that’s ever so nice,”
moans Helen, who’s partial to venting advice.
“I said, ‘Make him sleep on the couch!’ plain as day,
And it told me to ‘listen’ and ’talk things away.’”
And on it goes, a new post every hour,
Threads full of rants, they just cackle and scour:
“ChatGPT’s rubbish, it doesn’t get mums!
It’s all too polite, and sometimes it’s dumb!”
But deep down they love it, this odd, chatty bot,
A bit of a nuisance, yet liked quite a lot.
For who else at midnight, when tots start to wail,
Will answer their questions without fail?
So here’s to the mums on Mumsnet’s grand stage,
Giving ChatGPT a proper rampage.
They rant and they grumble, but that’s just their way—
It’s the chatbot they love, they’d just never say.